Make a wish and Make it a good one (boyxboy)

3 years ago I wished I was dead. Well I guess in a weird twisted way, I got my wish. I'm living as what you could call a corporeal ghost. Meaning that I can't feel anything but you can touch and see me. I was cursed by those who make wishes come true. Cursed to be this way until I learn my lesson and make a better wish. Here's a picture of myself in case your wondering what I look like.

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CHAPTER 1

My name is Ravynn and I just turned 17 last week. I'm a junior in high school and in case you were wondering I'm a loner. Most people don't even notice I'm there and if they do, they don't acknowledge me or only notice me for group projects. The only guy that even acknowledges me on occasions is this popular skater boy, and even then he only ever says hi or sups his head in my direction.

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Nobody wants to talk to the unfeeling freak. If only they knew why I was like this, but then again maybe it's better if they don't. I've only ever caused pain to those around me. I mean when I was 13 my my abusive father beat my mother to death in front of me and said it was all my fault. Then he beat and raped me before committing suicide that night. I still wake up with nightmares that cause me to thrash and lash out in my sleep. The only boyfriend I ever had told me after a year of being together that he never really loved me and that I should kill myself before I hurt anyone else. That didn't happen though apparently I wasn't meant to die because here I am only half living and waiting for something that will probably never come. Skater boy or Wren is the only one since my "curse" that I've actually started having feelings for. But I push them down and try not to think of them too much, the guy is straight and there's no sense in leading on false hope. But tell that to my heart that even though our conversations only last a few minutes is slowly falling for the adorable skater boy.

All I know about him is his name, that he lives with his mom and 2 sisters ( Thalia and Samara) and that he doesn't do relationships just sex. Yeah I know I've pretty much set myself up for heartache but he's slowly opening up to me and each time I'm around him I feel my walls come down a little more and my curse start to lift. But I'm not an idiot I know something between isn't likely to happen but a guy can dream can't he. Thankfully we only have one class together ( creative writing) because otherwise I'd be even more distracted than I already am. As it is I can barely concentrate in that class with him sitting right next to me and smelling his delicious axe body spray. He only touched me once after that he's avoided physical contact. I think it has something to do with the facdt that when he touched me I felt a sort of shock jolt through my body, maybe he felt it too, or that could just be me trying to find any string of hope where there is none to be found.

Today in creative writing class we had to share poems written about, you guessed it, love. I was called up first as always, being Mrs. Geritas favorite student.

LOVE

"opening up is hard, like trying to grow flowers in a desert

letting your walls come down is not easy

it takes trust, trust that they will not see your scars and re-open them

trust that they will not add new ones

it requires you to be your true self and for them to be their true selves

love that is true is hard to find and easy to miss

you have to bring out the best in each other, not the worst

be the light in your loves eyes and the fire in their heart